A red triangle (fire)

You will see me.

I take cover as the ancient trees splinter all around me. Like the sky is tearing open above and the ground is splitting apart below. Glass explodes like shrapnel with blood on its hands. I seek that which you can not give me. I must acquire it. I will. You will see me.

I carry a small list of people. One I defy myself to strive for. I drag this dead past behind me. I am healing like digging a grave it takes time. I hear the war drum insisting this mind stays focused and sharpened. How far can one go? One breath, one blood, one self. A god.

This is the part they never seem to understand. The shaking fist beneath the cold shower. The speaking of tongues only few will know. I hear it cursing all that gets in the way. Not wasting time to walk through a locked door. I am on a conquest that can not be stopped. Only manifested by clarity and created by precise execution of self. I unravel and blossom infinitely inward until its inside out. The past and future. One in the present.

I am destined. To break a cycle and to redirect the energy of those before us. I will not fear death. I will know my purpose clearly. Consistently. For you will see me.